fairy lights hanging on the walls of circus,
sweet music,nice colours,talented acrobats,
a man dressed in red and white,
with his smile shining bright,
a little red lipstick,
and a little white under the eyes,
kids feared him,
for them he was scary,
adults laughed at him,
as they found him funny,
i sat and gazed,
after hearing his jokes,
noticing one thing i was amazed,
i saw his bright smile,
hid his glistened eyes,
behind that funny face,
was a clown,
fighting withing with pain,
that day i realized,
not all those who laugh ,
are happy and,
all those who don't cry are sad.............
-memoona kazmi

...Whose voice is that?

She likes to ask me this
when I finally lift my fingers up,
and sometimes I have to tell myself
I'm not quite sure anymore
but at least she's honest.

My hands across your chest.
Down your stomach.
Grazing your every inch.

Listing off the things I love about you in my head:
Your smile, Your laugh, Your words, Your ,
                                    
                          ­                   [(stop)]

But it’s okay.

You've found another.

And they will never stay,
But my need for you will remain.

Just maybe, one day, this will definitely go away.